Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Luan Feng came out of the room in a hurry, carrying a piece of clothing in her hand.

"Take this dress with you, don't freeze when the weather is cold." He said while putting the clothes on Wan Feng.

Wan Feng pulled the clothes aside with a wave of his hand, what's the matter with this bitch? Let him wear thick clothes this day, doesn't he have a fever?

"Playing the piano randomly, it will be cooler in the morning and evening. When the sun comes up, it will still be hot. What are you doing with clothes? Take them back!"

"Isn't it cold in the car!"

"It won't be cold in the car, take it away."

"Hmph! He is kind and kind, not gentle at all." Luan Feng complained softly.

"Who said I'm not gentle, but I was very gentle when I checked your body."

Luan Feng blushed: "Rogue!"

"Come here and ask you something."

Luan Feng leaned in front of Wan Feng: "What's the matter?"

"Have you told others about me and you, such as Jiang Min?"

"What are you telling others?" Luan Feng was confused.

"It's because I touched your horn two nights ago."

"Horn? Where do I have a horn?"

This woman is stupid as hell sometimes.

Wan Feng rubbed his chest with his hands.

Luan Feng understood, and her face flushed red: "Bah! My mouth is full of nonsense, what words!"

Then my eyes widened: "How stupid am I? Tell others about such a thing! Why do you bastard have the face to ask, and ignore you for three days."

After speaking, he turned around and went home with his pretty waist twisted.

Wan Feng felt relieved, he didn't have anything to do with the protagonist in the rural porn history, not only did he have a role in the supporting role.

He knew that Luan Feng was the kind of person who was confused about small things and understood big things, how could he let himself be the protagonist.

Yang Hong's tractor chugs over with a load of bricks, and stops in front of Wan Feng.

Wan Feng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it to Yang Hong: "Master Yang, I have to go to Gushan today to pull a few carriages."

Yang Hong tore open the cigarette provided by Wan Feng, and Xiao Jun, who was sitting on the wing of the car, struck a match for Yang Hong.

Yang Hong came up with a cloud of mist: "No problem, it's still a machinery factory."

"Um!"

While answering, Wan Feng threw the clothes bag onto the truck and jumped on the truck.

Xiao Jun also got off the wings and got on the drag bucket, and the two of them sat down against the guardrail.

The tractor starts up again.

"Have you been working for three full days today? How are you doing?" Wan Feng took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and gave them to Xiao Jun, and the two guys chatted while eating melon seeds.

Xiao Jun stretched out his right hand: "What do you think? It looks like there are blisters on your hands."

Blisters usually occur on the pads of the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger, and the middle finger is the most serious, mainly caused by pinching bricks.

"Is it called work if you don't get blisters? If you grind it twice, you won't get blisters again." Wan Feng talked about Hu Chai.

"What! Do you have to wear it twice? My mother..."

"Don't call mom, it's useless, your mother can't hear it, can you still take it?"

"good,

The first two days were difficult, but today I was much faster, and it took less than forty minutes to install a thousand bricks. "

"When will you be able to install a thousand bricks in half an hour, it will prove that you are successful. Did Master Yang teach you about tractors?"

"He said some things while chatting, but I can't remember most of them." Xiao Jun was a little embarrassed.

That's normal unless you're a genius.

But is there any genius who pulls bricks with a tractor?

"Just take it easy, have you bought something for your little target?"

"I bought it. I bought a dime toffee the day before yesterday, and I bought a torch in the street yesterday."

"How is the effect?"

"Being closer to me than to his father."

The two men let out a wretched laugh.

At 7:30, Yang Hong parked the tractor at the gate of Gushan Machinery Factory.

Xiao Dexiang gave the frame of the car and the exit pass to the gatekeeper, and left them at the gate of the factory.

After Wan Feng and Xiao Jun loaded the four truck frames onto the truck body, the tractor turned around and ran towards the county seat.

At around 8:20, the tractor arrived at the place agreed with Xia Qiulong. Xia Qiulong and his wife were already waiting here with a small cart.

"Brother, I knew you could come today, look at how smart I am!" Xia Qiulong didn't forget to boast when he welcomed Wan Feng.

What's so clever about this, even Erhuo knows that he can come to the county seat on Sunday.

Xia Qiulong took everything under the car, and Wan Feng and Xiao Jun jumped out of the car after saying goodbye.

"How much?" Xinli asked straight to the point. Now the quantity of the goods is what she cares most about. Although it has increased in the past two days, it is still not enough.

"Eighty."

"Oh! It's too little. Even if you have 200 pieces, I can sell them." Xin Li sighed and counted out 120 yuan to Wan Feng.

"There is no way to recruit. We have already worked overtime. Eight out of ten sewing machines are processing trousers."

"What about the other two?"

"One is an apprentice, the other is processing wedding dresses for others, and other clothes can't be poured out. These are the clothes."

Wan Feng took out some clothes from another small bag to show Xin Li, these were clothes made for Bai Liyun's circle of friends.

"Wow! It's so pretty, why don't you get some for me?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to sell them. These are clothes worth ten or twenty yuan. Can you sell them?"

Xin Li thought about it for a minute and shook her head: "Even if it can be sold, it will be sold slowly, after all, it is too expensive."

"Sister-in-law, you can push the clothes back by yourself, and ask my elder brother to help me deliver these racks to Jiang Hongguo."

Wan Feng and Xia Qiulong walked towards Jiang Hongguo with a cart frame in each hand.

"Brother! I bought the irrigation equipment you asked me to buy."

"how much did you spend?"

"The paralyzed one asked for three hundred, but I gave it two hundred and five."

Wan Feng sneered: "Look at the number you gave, two hundred and five! I found out that you only have two hundred and five."

Xia Qiulong also laughed: "Brother, it's not two hundred and five. Whoever takes the two hundred and fifty yuan will get two hundred and five."

Jiang Hongguo was scratching his head at home. The three car frames that Wan Feng sent for the first time were all sold yesterday. He still has an order for another car, but there is no frame left.

Today is Sunday, if Wan Feng doesn't bring the racks today, he will get a message from the tractor on the avenue stopping the delivery of bricks.

When Jiang Hongguo was fidgeting, the second son, Jiang Che, rushed in hastily and shouted before entering the house: "Dad, that uncle sent a car frame!"

Hearing this, Jiang Hongguo seemed refreshed after bathing in the spring breeze.

A few minutes later, Xia Qiulong and Wan Feng came in with the racks on their shoulders.

Wan Feng put the two car racks in the yard: "My God, I'm exhausted."

Even if the frames of these two bikes were not heavy, one would weigh about 30 jin, and the two weighed 60 jin. If they walked nearly 300 meters in one breath, it would be bullshit to say that they were not tiring.

"Oh, brother, you finally delivered the shelf. I'll wait for the shelf after I've assembled all the parts. If you don't send it to ask for the goods, you'll be in a hurry."

Wan Feng blinked his eyes twice: "Is your car installed too?"

"Fake it out yesterday morning."

Fuck, getting off the wheelchair so quickly, isn't this a good market!